Joe Six Pack came stumbling into Dobey’s, his favorite watering hole, looking a bit disturbed and disgruntled. Barkeep Jonesy poured him a boilermaker, Joe’s choice of libation. Jonesy, sensing his best customer’s dilemma,asked briskly, “What’s up?” Joe went on a long litany of things that bothered him. They mostly centered on politics. “Things aren’t what they used to be,” he groaned. “In the 60s and 70s we had direction. There were leaders that gave us a goal and we listened, marched and passed the word on. “We stopped McCarthyism, changed the course of the war in Vietnam, and went to Selma, heard Mario Savio’s words. “Today the talking heads on TV, or so called talk radio, send out confusing messages. What we need is a true leader.” Jonesy asked, “Obama isn’t enough?” “He can’t do it without help,” cried Joe, as he downed his shot. “Join the group at the end of the bar that meets daily to report on current affairs,” suggested Jonesy. “Too right-winged for me,” said Joe. He felt he didn’t need to rehash what Limbaugh, Beck, and Hannity spewed over the airways. The barkeep then called Joe’s attention to the person at the far left of the room. An older man sporting long hair and beard. Armed with a specially prepared martini, Joe asked the apparent guru, “What is the answer. What is the way?” The stranger caressed the drink with the same affection he caressed his many newspapers. In eloquent voice he said: “TV or not TV? It best be no TV, and take heed that you rid your mind of mindless radio talk shows. Embrace the printed word, less we lose them. Most importantly, take note of this one word I leave with you.” He jotted down the “word” on the day’s newspaper and handed it to Joe. Jonesy was beside himself and could hardly be contained as Joe returned to his bar stool, newspaper in hand. The word was VOTE.